This is a song about "Jolly rancher"

I'mma live and die in cali

Good, could say its jolly

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Pixie dust, on pics we must choose to burn when we're jolly green

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

All the while the thin line i was walking on would dip lower below the edge barely hanging on,

A known liar if u didnt notice the oxymoron then ur prolly a jolly moron

Gatorade with prometh, and sprite got me jolly

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Shake that laffy taffy, jolly raunchy rapper

Smokin on that holly jolly

High heel wearer, hell of a body